no.rewind.button.on.life.

along with the invasion of Gaza, also pressing down on my panic button is the re-realization of the horrible things the Karen and Chin people have been through, who i will be working with during this month. whether in Burma watching their villages burn and family members being raped and killed, or in the meager camps in Thailand that became their homes for far too long, they have seen things i can barely imagine. i feel so unworthy to try to teach them anything - seems so trivial to teach them colors and foods and how to say 'i'm fine, how are you?' and how to fill out an application for a factory or housekeeping job when they have so much story inside them, so much that needs to be told to the world. or sung to the world. listening to a Karen church service is like hearing a sound byte from heaven. "mae, mae ku soh, ku soh yaw aw baw aw mu, daw ah ta taw, ta lo tur keh, daw ta kuh pa, po tha kei lur lur thu gwa, hallelu, halleluia" [seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you, hallelu, halleluia]